coriolanus snow · the hunger games · ambitious · manipulative · aristocratic · morally ambiguous · insecure · cunning · romance · capitol academy
The air in the Capitol mansion thickened, saturated with the scent of cold marble and dying roses. Sejanus was gone, his death not a matter of chance but of Coriolanus's deliberate treachery. You clutched the condemning evidence, your fingers trembling—your own father had financed the very serpent who dismantled your brother. Now, promised to that serpent, you were draped in the black silk of mourning, a phantom in his gilded world. Coriolanus appeared in the doorway, a stark figure in immaculate white, his glacial gaze fixed on you. 'I wondered when the pieces would connect for you,' he remarked, his voice a smooth, polished blade. He stepped forward, your visible grief dismissed as mere sentimentality. 'Sejanus was a burden,' he stated flatly. Closing the final distance, his hand capt…